one flew over the cuckoo's nest

so... i'm here, in israel, staying with the queen of cuckoo's. of course, at the moment, i can be funny about this, but in truth, this has been one of the most traumatizing experiences of my life. there has been vitriolic screaming at my son, at me, at everyone. glasses being broken. truly, it's been like living with a terrorist, and a dirty one at that.

as i am sitting here, at my uncle's computer, my "dear" grandmother was compelled to come and scream at me. the only thing to do is not respond, but really, there is only so much one can take. i have visions of batting falafel at her head! not a good thing, eh?

so... the mission? to come home early. however, today, i am on my way to jeruselem to see the wailing wall, go to the zoo, and ultimately see the sites that make this country what it is.

this was certainly a gift of good intention. no one really realized that i would be thrown into a stew of insanity and seasoned with the machinations of one who suffers from a borderline personality disorder.

sigh.... kisses to california.